After CYA last night, went over to T3 to meet Zhen and her friends, they were there to take a look at the new terminal, so i joined too, tell them a bit of what i know, or rather, tell them what i know which was only a bit. Bedok for supper and then billiards. Home after that. Now, she knows half of it, i suppose soon everyone will. Don't be surprise of what i can do and what i had done, because it's like i've found a new side of me, something so new that i almost find it difficult to believe myself sometimes. Whatever the case is, i ought to be prepared for the worst case to come.
Reached home after 3am plus then went online for a while, slept after that because i gotta meet BM M5 guy today at TCC at 1pm. Woke up at 10.30am then got prepared, went out at 11.45pm. I texted message him while i was on board the train to text me a message when he reach so we wouldn't be waiting for each other at two different tables and wondering why's the other taking so long. He didn't reply, it's okay, maybe he got it and that's how he is - not replying. Reached TCC at 12.53noon, table for two - booth seat. Sat down, text him : ''Indoors. A booth seat. '', then ordered what i always ordered - blue mountain coffee, and start browsing my car magazine while waiting for him. Phone clicked, new message, from him : ''I'm not coming". That's it, no reason whatsoever for why you're not coming.
AND BLOODY HELL NOT EVEN AN APOLOGY?!!!!
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I stare at the message. Fine. Very well. I replied : "Oh really. Thanks then. =)". First time ever, i felt so angry, first time ever, i felt so stupid, first time ever, i told myself to be calm, and i did.
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I sat there, that very seat, all the way till 4.30pm. I did self-reflection. Flipped through the magazine for almost four times, but my mind is fulla thoughts that doesn't even contain a tiny content of what the magazine shows, it's all about me and those things. And i had blue mountain coffee like water, 3 cups. I can only say sorry to myself and everyone around me.
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Who am i?
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